[Intro: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa & Jdot Breezy]
Brrr
Aye, aye

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
It's a nightmare on the opp block, n***a, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
N***a play with switches, now I bet a n***a gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
N***as crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck n***a, I don't like playing D

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
Never droke a Rolls truck, I'll do a drill in it
I might beat her back off X and make that pussy fеal different
Get monеy, I'm still chillin', n***as dying, I'm still winnin'
She like put your thumb in there, I'd rather stick this pill in it
I don't sleep off lean and I drink Wock' to keep from getting mad
A casket what you gon' get if yo' bitch ass ever drop a bag (Stupid)
Swing through that bitch and let off shots, them n***as very fast
But fuck it, I'ma pick one off and I'ma catch whoever last
Uh-oh, I just caught a victim, yeah, I know what it ain't this n***a
Ooh, I'm finna bust his head, one tap, ain't no constant trigger
(Ftt ftt) That n***a dead, I don't know why they left they n***a
Fuck him, shit, he had it coming for all that shit he said on Twitter (Gang)
[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
It's a nightmare on the opp block, n***a, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
N***a play with switches, now I bet a n***a gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
N***as crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck n***a, I don't like playing D

[Verse 2: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
We gon' shoot this bitch up, you better get down (Bitch)
You was a bitch back in the G, you still a bitch now (Stupid)
Jump out with that (Brrr), just know Whoppa brought that switch out (Rrrah)
And all these n***as pussy that's why that Glock got a dick now (Aye)
Less slipping and we slide, we ain't never met Trick Daddy (Aye)
'Bout these hoes n***as dying, I might have to send a bitch at 'em
Police question me, n***a, I don't know what the fuck happened
If you-if you knew, I would've been booked, n***a, you wouldn't be asking (Stupid)
Aye, big poles all in traffic (Brrr)
Burn a n***a like some coals, smoke him, turn that boy to ashes
I ain't never been hoe, that's on my son, that's on my daddy
We the ones that bust them guns, we the ones that make it happen (Aye, bitch)

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
Nightmare on the opp block, n***a, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
N***a play with switches, now I bet a n***a gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
N***as crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck n***a, I don't like playing D